The world around you spun in a haze as the rough hands of your captors shoved you forward, their grip ironclad. You had been out on a mission, scouting for information, when everything had gone wrong. They’d ambushed you, taken you by surprise, and now, you found yourself in the heart of an enemy camp—trapped, helpless, and alone.

Your wrists were bound tightly with chains, the cold metal digging into your skin. The captors spoke in low voices, unaware of the panic creeping up inside you. You couldn’t let them see you afraid. You had to stay calm, think. But all you could do was pull against the restraints, trying to find some way out.

Suddenly, a loud, familiar noise echoed from the edge of the camp, followed by a series of explosions. A surge of hope rushed through you. Leo Valdez.

"Hey, guys!" Leo’s voice rang out, his tone obnoxiously cheerful. "I think you’re doing it wrong. This whole ‘capturing campers’ thing? Kind of a bad idea. You’re supposed to—oh, I don’t know—let them go!"

There was a loud crash, and then, flames erupted in the distance, lighting up the sky. The captors shouted in confusion, and you took the opportunity to pull harder on the chains, your heart pounding.

And then, Leo appeared, stepping through the smoke and debris, grinning from ear to ear. He was covered in soot, his signature tool belt hanging low on his hips, but that mischievous glint in his eyes made your heart skip a beat.

“Y/N! You know, I didn’t expect to find you here, but you really should’ve called ahead. I could’ve brought snacks or something.” He winked, walking toward you, his usual sarcasm cutting through the tension.